The Mo Puppet Sect was suddenly broken in by Su Yang and them, but they were not prepared at all before. And Zi Ling Ling and Duan Kongkong's speed was extremely fast, and as soon as they infiltrated the Ink Puppet Sect, they used artifacts to suppress and block the surrounding formations.

The strong who can lift the suppression of those artifacts, the killed are killed, the fighting is fighting, and no one can move at all The prohibition set by the two of them, the ink puppet sect is like a lame man who has lost his crutches and falls to the ground and can't move!

With the death of a strong man, the Ink Puppet Sect Sect Master couldn't care about anything, and just now, together with several elders, he activated the last guardian spirit in the Ink Puppet Sect, the ancestor of the Ink Puppet Sect, in the form of blood sacrifices!

As soon as this guardian spirit came out, it turned directly into a streamer and rushed into the body of the Heavenly Curtain Zhongtu!

"Roar!"

Huatu roared, and the voice shook Duan Kongkong and they all coughed up blood and retreated!

At this moment, Huatu completely turned into a humanoid weapon, and his left hand changed a lot, but it was a green dragon stretching its body horizontally, lifelike, and the scale armor was sharper than the blade!

He strode over, raised his left hand and swept over, Long Xiaochuan slashed over with a sword, and the green dragon's arm was actually immortal!

Zi Ling Ling jumped up, pinched the mark in his hand and struck forward, once again blocking his footwork.

"Dao power is only, useless to me!" Huatu This Saint King had black hair like a waterfall at this moment, his eyes were sharp, and a hole in his chest glowed with a faint white light, and Zi Lingling's spiritual power was absorbed at this moment.

At this moment, a hole opened in the palm of his right hand, aimed at Duan Kongkong, and a divine spear stabbed out, with the breath of Zi Lingling on his path!

"Huh, my move!"

Duan Kongkong was surprised, and subconsciously turned over a few times to dodge!

Long Xiaochuan said that he would fight, holding the Tiancong Emperor Sword, and it rotated like a short stick, and the golden light swept through, and there were some big mountain houses in the Ink Puppet Sect that collapsed!

This is pure power, strong and domineering.

This time, Hua Tu still didn't dodge, didn't retreat, and a tail rushed up in his spine, flicking the meteor hammer, as if there was a kind of power to open the sky!

There was a violent earthquake, and everyone present was shocked, "Forced back by a hurricane-like force, many people in the Ink Puppet Sect flew up like scarecrows!"

"Roar!"

Hua Tu roared, his right eye glowing with blue light, grunting, Zi Lingling They seemed to hear the sound of the flood......

The battle in the sky is still inseparable, Long Xiaochuan and they dragged on for half an hour, Su Yang's cultivation gradually recovered, and self-protection is not a problem at the moment!

"Three Growing Rivers!"

At this moment, he threw out three emperor swords, and the law of the time rushed up, and the three emperor swords were like three rivers of time turning into divine dragons rushing in the world.

The three emperor swords brought Zi Ling Ling and them up from the waves of the blue sea, and they were all a little embarrassed......

"Damn, this is a bit of a stretch. "Duan Kong is empty, this old saint should be regarded as the strongest human weapon at the moment.

"Roar!"

Huatu's appearance is changing again at this moment, the flesh and blood explode, and then its surface is petrified, and the flesh and blood have become an indestructible armor!

"This old man came out of the Heavenly Destiny Blood Crystal, and he can't afford it. It's a pity that the group of people down there is really not worth it for him to do. ”

Zi Lingling frowned and said, there was no sympathy in his heart, this was just a little admiration.

However, the group of people below is not worth the old holy king's doing.

Their puppet technique has changed from a skillful art to a crooked and evil art, and it is actually a puppet of people, which is really angry and resentful!

"Buzz!"

Suddenly, in the northeast of Lingnan, the emperor was mighty, and the purple qi was floating for three thousand miles!

The divine tower descended from the sky, and a handsome middle-aged man above stood in the sky!

"Rumble ......"

The Exquisite Purple Pagoda suddenly fell from a higher sky, with the sound of wind and thunder, and with a bang, the saint Huatu was pressed below!

"Purple Cloud Pavilion!"

The people of the Ink Puppet Sect suddenly cooled from the Heavenly Spirit Cover to the soles of their feet! Above the purple qi, they were densely packed with people from the Purple Cloud Pavilion, and the Purple Mountain army went on the expedition!

Many people had a feeling of suffocation, and some even fainted directly! That's how many strong people were!

There are two powerful Saint Kings, and the number of Saints has reached six, plus the previous Su Yang and them, this is simply a desperate force!

At that moment, one of their holy kings and three saints were killed, and their last weapons were trapped in the Linglong Purple Pagoda.

At this moment, what are they left with?

"I'll go, my old uncle is really handsome. ”

Zi Lingling was speechless, and admired Zizhuke in every way, it seems that Zizhuke has become a lot stronger in the past hundred years.

Duan Kongkong sat in the sky, sweating profusely, and his collar was stained with a lot of blood just left.

Suddenly, he took out the sealed Doze Saint King, intending to have a fight, but Long Xiaochuan's speed was faster, and he snatched it in one fell swoop.

"Hey, look at this."

Long Xiaochuan took the Doze Saint King and shook it towards the Purple Mountain army, smiling very proudly. At this moment, the Holy King of Doze was not dead, he had a clear consciousness, and his face was full of anger......

"These guys, they're really making me wait to clean up the mess......"

Ziyun Shu muttered, and his mind swept away, where is there any strong person in the Ink Puppet Sect. The three saints slashed their blood ancestral land, and it seems that the behind-the-scenes controller has also been solved......

I knew that I didn't have to be in such a hurry, and most of the hour was a sudden dispatch of troops hundreds of millions of miles away, but I was so busy that my back foot chased after the front foot.

"We're still late......"

The second elder muttered, he really wanted to personally behead the uncle of the sect master of the Mo Puppet Sect, but now he saw that someone had helped him do it, one sword in half, clean and neat......

"Old, old......"

The third elder smiled bitterly, didn't he want to show off his skills when he came out of retreat in such a hurry. But at the moment, there is nothing for them to do, and they have all done it to these people.

At this time, Zi Yundong stood in front of the army, looking down on the Ink Puppet Sect's divine land, and his mouth was full of words, rumbling and spreading.

"Shen Shilun. The three hundred and twenty-one disciples of my Purple Cloud Pavilion who disappeared in this area more than a hundred years ago have something to do with you!"

The voice of Ziyundong slowly spread from the soil of the Mo Puppet Clan, and mortals thousands of miles away could hear it!

Forty thousand miles away in the Phantom Mansion, one by one the strong people looked into the distance, at first they thought that it was Ziyun Pavilion who came to avenge a hundred years ago, but they couldn't understand where the motive of Ziyun Pavilion was to do this, and there was absolutely something suspicious that was to stand still.

At this moment, hearing Zi Yundong's words, many people in the Phantom Mansion breathed a sigh of relief.

"I thought it was Su Yang's return, and the strength of Ziyun Pavilion increased greatly, and I began to count the old accounts from a hundred years ago. Unexpectedly, it came all the way to target this Ink Puppet Sect. ”

An elder of the Phantom Mansion smiled lightly: "It's time for this Ink Puppet Sect to kill in order to kill the limelight." The Purple Mountain has a territory of hundreds of millions of miles away from here, and the treasure land of the Ink Puppet Sect should belong to our Phantom Mansion. ”

……

"Take people as puppets, and heaven will punish them together!"

At this time, a supreme voice came from within the Phantom Mansion, which seemed to be edicting the world, and at the same time responding to this Purple Cloud Pavilion.

(End of chapter)